Chapter 4- Slide of Love
The walk back through the castle was un-eventful for Ron and Hermione. They continued to hold hands but after what had happened down on the pitch, their hands were tense and sticky, they were both worried about who might see them, for two reasons:
They weren't sure if they were allowed out at this time. And, they were holding hands, which may start roumers, and neither of them wanted to remove their hand in case they hurt the other's feelings.
As they ventured nearer to the common room, they grew more tense- what if the fat lady saw them together, at this time, holding hands! The 'fact' that Ron was dating Hermione would be round the school quicker than you can say 'Alohomora'! Hermione slide her hand out of Ron's hand, mumbling something about 'Looking for her wand'.
It turned out the fat lady had been sleeping soundly in her picture frame. Ron coughed, she mumbled something about 'Snape's new wig', the pair laughed, and she woke with a start.
"P-p-p-password?" She yawned. "Mistletoe" Answered Hermione briskly, making sure her eyes didn't swerve towards Ron, he may not be a muggle, but he sure new what they used it for. They stepped into the dimly lit common room, with the fire slowly dying on their right.
"Ummm, well, G'night Ron. Sleep well." "Uh uh! I may only be Ron Weasley to you, but I assure you, I'm a gentleman. I will walk you to your door" He joked crooking his arm. Hermione entwined her arm around his and let out an involuntary giggle.
As they walked up the steps to the girls' dorm, they completely forgot about what happened when a boy tried to venture into the girls 'private space'. Yes, before they knew what was happening, the staircase had turned into Hogwarts Holiday Fun Slide!
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm to prevent her from hurting herself. They both fell smack on their backs and slid down the 45 degrees angled slide, with a bump as the landed on the thick common room carpet.
"Ouch" Whispered Ron, rubbing his backside. "Forgot 'bout that" He looked to see if Hermione was injured, and he found himself looking down into Hermione's deep chestnut-y coloured eyes. And before he knew it he was twice as in love with her as he had been before. He loved everything about her, from the twinkle in her eyes, the freckles scatted over the bridge of her nose, the pinch of pink in her cheeks, the way her tangled brown hair fell down her back and the way she always wore the same single heart pendant round her neck.
She smiled up at him. "Oops, well, see you in the morning." She stretched, heaved herself up, then seemed to change her mind and crouched back down and planted a soft, moist kiss on Ron's freckled cheek.
She turned on her heel and hurried off to her room, still clutching Ron's glove in her hand and his poem in her pocket.
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Please give me your thoughts; well I think it's time I went to bed. Night!
The walk back through the castle was un-eventful for Ron and Hermione. They continued to hold hands but after what had happened down on the pitch, their hands were tense and sticky, they were both worried about who might see them, for two reasons:
They weren't sure if they were allowed out at this time. And, they were holding hands, which may start roumers, and neither of them wanted to remove their hand in case they hurt the other's feelings.
As they ventured nearer to the common room, they grew more tense- what if the fat lady saw them together, at this time, holding hands! The 'fact' that Ron was dating Hermione would be round the school quicker than you can say 'Alohomora'! Hermione slide her hand out of Ron's hand, mumbling something about 'Looking for her wand'.
It turned out the fat lady had been sleeping soundly in her picture frame. Ron coughed, she mumbled something about 'Snape's new wig', the pair laughed, and she woke with a start.
"P-p-p-password?" She yawned. "Mistletoe" Answered Hermione briskly, making sure her eyes didn't swerve towards Ron, he may not be a muggle, but he sure new what they used it for. They stepped into the dimly lit common room, with the fire slowly dying on their right.
"Ummm, well, G'night Ron. Sleep well." "Uh uh! I may only be Ron Weasley to you, but I assure you, I'm a gentleman. I will walk you to your door" He joked crooking his arm. Hermione entwined her arm around his and let out an involuntary giggle.
As they walked up the steps to the girls' dorm, they completely forgot about what happened when a boy tried to venture into the girls 'private space'. Yes, before they knew what was happening, the staircase had turned into Hogwarts Holiday Fun Slide!
Hermione grabbed Ron's arm to prevent her from hurting herself. They both fell smack on their backs and slid down the 45 degrees angled slide, with a bump as the landed on the thick common room carpet.
"Ouch" Whispered Ron, rubbing his backside. "Forgot 'bout that" He looked to see if Hermione was injured, and he found himself looking down into Hermione's deep chestnut-y coloured eyes. And before he knew it he was twice as in love with her as he had been before. He loved everything about her, from the twinkle in her eyes, the freckles scatted over the bridge of her nose, the pinch of pink in her cheeks, the way her tangled brown hair fell down her back and the way she always wore the same single heart pendant round her neck.
She smiled up at him. "Oops, well, see you in the morning." She stretched, heaved herself up, then seemed to change her mind and crouched back down and planted a soft, moist kiss on Ron's freckled cheek.
She turned on her heel and hurried off to her room, still clutching Ron's glove in her hand and his poem in her pocket.
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Please give me your thoughts; well I think it's time I went to bed. Night!